Onyx Sims 소설 & 이야기

He was lean but muscular, dressed in a fitted black combat shirt and cargo pants. And, of course, he was handsome. Not in the rugged, commanding way Draven was handsome, but with a boyish charm that felt both disarming and irritatingly self-assured. “Master Oren,” Simon said, extending a hand. “This is Miria and her personal guard.” Oren’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and he smiled—a genuine, almost playful smile. “Lady Miria, it’s a pleasure.” I nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. “Likewise.”

I aimed to reach Simeon's place, take Sasha, and ensure she got to school. Venita!" Simeon exclaimed, brimming with excitement as she spotted me. "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," she said, her sea-blue eyes focused on me. Her long, raven-dark hair, getting all the way down to her waist, bounced as she enthusiastically greeted me. Simeon had a slender figure with graceful curves, and she radiated beauty. Her smile was infectious, showcasing immaculate teeth. If she ever considers modeling, she will be in the tier of supermodels in no time.

Seth fell to a knee and held his balance with his sharp claws. Seth smirked, his eyes no longer a midnight blue but a pair of caliginous and malignant silver, and his aura that was once suffocating and vast was now vindictive and afflictive when one get closer. Still mashed to the ground, Onyx's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her socket and her mouth hanged opened as she watched the uncanny smirk that sprawled on Seth's lips. If Onyx didn't know better, she wouldn't have believed this person was the Seth she knew.

Jacob sneered. “Exactly… No!” I put the pressure on word No! Fiarra chuckled and replied, “we are better in everything from humans, onyx! We have schools and hospitals, a library and grocery stories in the pack. The whole place is similar to a small town but clean and pollution free.” “That’s right sis! Onyx will have it hard spending time with other wolves as he had lived a life like an ordinary human. I still doubt that he is a werewolf.” I smiled but I wanted to strangle a rude man.

With the rage that was evident in his eyes, Simon knew he will carry out his threats so he helplessly gave in. “You are just like you father, heartless! You see this war, y’all gonna lose it like you did the first time.” Simon stated. “Take this motherfucker to the lab before I bury a knife through his skull.” Orion ordered and they men held Simon and took him to the lab. The chemicals and everything else were ready. Simon stood there with the men heavily armed beside him. He reluctantly moved closer to the sealed boxes and began to unseal them one after the other.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

“Onyx, this is my dad, Grey.” “Pleased to meet you,” said Onyx, shaking the human’s hand. He had the same eyes as Tasha, but there was none of her impishness there—instead, there was ruthlessness and danger. He and his wolf recognized a predator when he saw one, and the male before him was certainly one. He also knew that Grey would recognize Onyx as a fellow predator, and that was important because he had no intention of letting anyone try to intimidate him. “Likewise,” drawled Grey, sounding not at all honest.

He stared at the Mustang, a beautiful Mustang. "Just like you Simon, you're brave, fierce, and hardworking... Not to mention your immense knowledge, that'll suit you" "Thank you so much Elder Marcus... I'll take her for a spin immediately" Simon chuckles as he sits inside the car, he pinches himself to be certain he isn't dreaming about owning a BMW Mustang. "It's all real, it's all yours Simon" Tears dropped off his eyes as he started the car, letting the car roar in the Elder's house before he drove out of his house, heading to the palace.

I am your future Luna duh, the voice came unexpectedly and strong in my head. "Hey, the chore wolf is here again!" Tyler, Simon's brother from my pack announced. "She's going to have your head sliced off your body when she becomes Luna," Simon said back to him in mock horror. "Yeah right, if she becomes Luna! You seriously believe Lance will mark her? You are pathetic bro. Hey Omega, I want some beacons and fried meat properly sauced in that special manner of yours." Tyler's eyes were on me as I followed behind the children.

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.